They thought they had disposed of my body easy enough; assumed they’d picked the smart, calculated choice.

Who would think a girl as skinny and fragile as me could survive not only a close escape with death but being plunged into a thick coat of snow somewhere she did not know?

I doubt any slimmer of karma could salvage this. I have the thinnest grey jacket with a hole in the pockets. Snowflakes are already attacking my eyelashes and cheeks. The fine observations would be the ones to save me. At this current moment there is not a single doubt in my mind that my survival is next to zero.

And it’s so cold. Exhaustingly cold. I have no phone, no lighter. Hell, they even took my watch.

My toes are scratching at the bottom of my shoes just waiting to snap off. It’s like ice has replaced everyone in the perfect resemblance.

I barely have the power to make it a few steps before a wave of tiredness and fragile dread overwhelms me. I cannot register my plunder back into the snow; the snow encasing my feet like a blanket; the dog-strewn sleigh, nor the person traversing with it.

Right now my tongue tastes of what I can only describe as solid frost from the freezer. My ears burn red. My limbs I barely recognise as blue, stiff and immobile.

I cant register anything soon enough. All I process is the white landscape and sinking into an abyss. I’m so out of it that I hardly recognise the person and their steed carefully manoeuvring a coat onto me and then cautiously moving me onto their sleigh.

I wake in a daze. A drug- like state. I’m somewhere warm, warm, warm. There’s distant noise of a fire crackling absentmindedly and a low purr from by my feet ( which I am stunned to find are wrapped with the rest on my body in a thick quilt. )

Of course my poor survival skills have led to me requiring some foreign help instead of traversing the snow myself. I can only be grateful I suppose.

It’s hard to notice the flicker of a light, a swish in the breeze when I’m being pulled back into unconsciousness…